----------------------------------Ch. 1------------------------------------- "Jen, you're going to be late for school!" "I know Mom, I'm just heading out the door." I shout with a hint of stress in my voice. It's my first day of high school, and I'm already late. I swing the strap on my bag around my shoulder and run out the door. "Wait!" It's no use. I just missed the bus. I can tell this isn't a good day for me. I swing the front door open and yell, "Mom, can I borrow your car? Thanks!" What? It's not like I'm gonna waste my time running to school. I hop in the vehicle, and start driving to class. By the time I finish stuffing my bag in my locker, I hear the school bell ring. "Oh no," I murmur to myself as I slam the locker shut. It looks like the only seat left is by some guy who has his face stuffed in a book. The other seat next to me is "reserved". "Great, just great." I whisper in my mind. Suddenly, the guy next to me sits up, shouts "present" in a squeaky voice, and slumps back down. I look at the teacher, who is now doing attendance. Suddenly, she calls my name. "Jen?" "Here." I exclaim, but loud enough so only the teacher could hear it. ELA starts. It's mainly just reviewing stuff I already know. I only raise my hand once, and for the rest of class I am extremely bored, but I try to stay awake. I come back to reality when a horde of students rush to the door. I jump out of my chair and get in the single file line by the door. This isn't new to me, I already know we were going to the classroom next door for math. Again, we just go over information I already know. I roll my eyes. "Alright, time to go to lunch, everybody out, chop chop..." Sighs the teacher. Once again, a ton of people rush to the door. I walk over to the table and start eating a sandwich. My mom made it for me, and even though she's not much of a cook, I finish the sandwich anyway. The rest of school is a breeze, but it probably won't be the same tomorrow. I start walking out to the car, but it isn't there. I check all around the perimeter of the school, but still no sign of my mom's vehicle. This is the worst that could possibly happen to me. My mom will be furious! I feel a whoosh of wind behind me. But it's not wind. I turn around to see a mysterious girl wearing a pitch-black hoodie. "W-who are you..."
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